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The Sugar Baby (Chapter 1)
🕑 Added 2018-05-22 18:01:00 +0000 UTC Here's a brand new story by Yesyouneeddiapers!Chapter 1
I hated this place. I’ve been a waitress at this restaurant for well over a year now and it is by far the worst job I have ever had. The customers are stuck up rich dickheads, the staff are a bunch of bitchy bimbos, and the managers are total controlling creeps. If I could I would quit in an instant, but this is the only job I had. I needed to pay off some debt and my school tuition was not going to pay for itself, and to be honest the pay here was better than I could get anywhere else, and I can get all the hours I want. So for now I was stuck here. I was wiping down a table when my manager called over to me.
Manager: Joanna! Come here for a minute please.
My eyes rolled back into my head, what could this be now. I walked over to him with a very obvious annoyed look on my face.
Joanna: What is it Tyler?
Manager: What did we talk about when talking to a superior Joanna? It’s Mr. Moss to you.
He was only 2 years older than me, but his superiority complex made this sort of behaviour regular.
Joanna: Fine, what do you want Mr. Moss?
Manager: I want you to explain why I got another complaint about you from a customer yesterday?
Of course. I knew that old bitch would complain, she’s in here all the time and every time she gets me as her server she either asks to be moved or complains about me.
Joanna: What was the complaint?
Manager: You tell me Joanna!
I hated when he did that, kept saying my name as to be condescending. This guy really made my blood boil.
Joanna: I don’t know Mr. Moss, why do you think I’m asking you?
He looked at me annoyed now too, but with that still smug smile across his dumb face.
Manager: The customer made a point to tell me that you were very rude, and said you spilt some water on her. Is this true?
Joanna: Oh my god, you know that isn't true, that lady has a stick up her butt and takes it out on me whenever I’m serving her.
Manager: Well Joanna it isn't that ridiculous to assume, she isn't the only one to have made those type of complaints about you, you know.
I just stared at him disgusted, my mouth open, ready to say something really rude. Instead I just turned away and walked back to the table I was cleaning in a huff.
Later that evening, during the dinner rush, I found myself so busy that I didn’t realize how badly I needed to pee. I did this often, I would just lose track of time and not feel the need until I pretty much had to run to the toilet. Once most of my tables were settled in, I found a moment to go. I started to walk to the washroom when he stopped me.
Manager: Where are you going Joanna?
Joanna: To the toilet I really have to pee
Manager: It looks like table 6 needs some water, you don’t wanna leave them with empty cups now do you Joanna?
I scowled at him and grabbed the jug of water.
Manager: Might as well top up the whole section while you’re at it!
My anger was at its peak, and so was my bladder. I quickly made my way through the tables topping up peoples waters, giving off my best fake smile. The sound of the water filling the glasses did not help my desperation, and at the last table I started to fill a cup when I felt a small spurt of pee dampen my panties. I clenched up and froze for a moment, making the customers at the table give me an odd look. I smiled and walked back towards the washroom where there he was again. To my benefit I was wearing a black dress, so no little leaks were going to show through.
Manager: Good, now why don’t you just go check on table 3 it looks like they need a dessert menu
Joanna: Dude I just gave them their food, they don’t need dessert menus for at least ten more minutes now would you please let me pee.
Manager: Are you being this rude to your customers too Joanna? I don’t think you can afford to have any more complaints
Another little spurt escaped into my panties, I felt a small drop drip down my leg.
Joanna: Mr. Moss, please, I have a moment, the longer I wait the less time I have to go.
Manager: Well you shouldn’t leave your zone unattended
Joanna: I’ll ask Katie she’ll cover me for 3 minutes
Manager: Don't bother.
Joanna: What?? Please. I’ve been so busy all night I need to go now!
Another spurt.
Manager: I don’t think you deserve a break.
Joanna: Excuse me?!
I was doing a pee pee dance now, in view of anyone in the restaurant who wanted to see.
Manager: I know you’re probably just going in the washroom to go on your phone, and I need you to know you can’t just escape whenever you want to text some boy or something. Don’t bother pretending and get back out there.
My face must’ve been blood red, I was fuming, and that was the last straw. I stood up straight and stared him dead in the eye.
Joanna: You know what?!
Everyone in the room heard that, and turned to look. I spread my legs, lifted up my dress a little bit, and just let go. Pee flooded onto the floor and down my legs, people gasped and someone even started filming. I held my eye contact with Mr. fucking Moss, practically staring into his soul as I flooded the floor of the restaurant. He looked back with shock, and disgust.
By the time the entire contents of my bladder escaped me, it was dead quiet in the restaurant. I knew everyone was looking at me, but I didn’t break my stare.
Joanna: Better clean that up, Tyler. I fucking quit.
I walked past him and left the building. I could feel the back of my dress had soaked in some pee, and was sticking to the back of my thigh. I just got in my car, and drove home. I was hoping to avoid her when I got in, but my mom heard me and called out from another room.
Mom: Joanna? That you?
Joanna: Yeah its me!
Mom: I thought you were working?
Joanna: Yeah, I wasn’t feeling to good so they let me come home.
Mom: Oh dear, you need anything?
Joanna: No I’m just gonna go to bed.
Mom: Okay! Get some rest, you need to get better soon! Don’t want to be missing to many shifts now. Tuition isn’t cheap!
I got into my room and stripped my wet dress and panties, replacing them with my soft PJs. I threw myself into bed and looked up to the ceiling.
Joanna: Fuck. Now what.
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